Senses to rest

The ears,quite sensitive to the sound
Sometimes the silence, screams out loud
The eyes lie, when visions are so clear
You read between the lines
when there’s no words to be found
Stories appear.
Dont smell the most familiar scent,
even when it leaks from your wounds,
And leaves your clothes drenched.
Leaves, left. Never coming back
The last taste on your tongue,
Those lips that left you out of breath
Love,kiss of death.